know up ahead is an alley; I can run there and hide. Just as the thought enters my head, I am thrown into the wall of the building next to me. The flowers fall forgotten from my hand.
My worst nightmare is coming true right before my eyes. His dark blonde hair is now more of a light brown, but his evil golden eyes are the same; soulless, empty, without compassion. I feel his erratic breathing against my face. I turn my head so I don’t have to look into his eyes and see my impending demise. The last time he was this close to me I almost didn’t make it. I can’t think. I know I’m supposed to do something.
“Hello, my beautiful, Charlie.” He whispers in my ear rubbing his cheek against mine. “Oh, how I’ve missed you. Have you liked the flowers I sent? I tried to send them on different days to make it more intriguing.”
Watching my face fall and the hurt enter my eyes he laughs. Laughs as only a sociopath can laugh. “Did you think you had an admirer? Silly girl, you know no one but I will ever love you. You’re too broken for anyone else.” Again with the laughing. “I made sure of that.”
At that moment something in me came alive, unfrozen. I screamed in his face, “YOU WILL NEVER HAVE ME AGAIN!!” I reached up raking my nails down his face, grab his shoulders for balance and ram my knee into his crotch as hard as I can. Pushing away from the wall I turn and run towards the alley. His screaming was the fuel that kept me moving. I ducked behind a dumpster; all I could hear was his enraged breathing. His screams stopped, I couldn’t tell how far away he was. All I could do was sit still and listen to the echoing footfalls coming toward me.
**********
I woke up to the pounding at my door. I still felt the sweat clinging to my clothes, the disguising smell of the dumpster coating the back of my nose and throat. Laying there for a second longer trying to get my head back in the present, I look over at the clock, its 8 am, and time to get up and face the day.
“Alright, alright I’m coming.” Still in my clothes from the day before, I shuffle to the door, click the locks, and peer out trough the chain. “You have better have brought me coffee.” I sneer at the beautifully handsome face grinning at me. The look in his eye makes me melt into a puddle on the floor, despite wanting to be irritated.
“Good morning to you, too, princess.” He says knowing I hate the nick name.
“Say that again and I won’t let you in.”
“Oh, come on, I brought you a raspberry danish” he sings it. “And coffee, just the way you like it.”
“Alright,” closing the door, sliding the chain back, I open the door all the way to allow him to come in. “come on, get in here.”
“Did you sleep in your clothes, or are you crabby because you didn’t sleep?”
“I passed out on the couch last night. My eyes closed but I don’t know if I would call what happened, sleep.”
“Well, go get cleaned up, you smell.” He laughs and winks at me. “I’ll warm your danish while you’re showering.”
“My hero.” I mock, leaving the room to take care of my girly functions.
Before I turn to leave my little eat in kitchen, with warm walls and stainless steel appliances, I watch him make himself at home, like he belongs there. I wish, is my last thought as I leave the room.
CHAPTER 6
I woke up around 6am stiff and sore from sleeping in my truck. Steph is going to be pissed. I start the engine, confident everything here will be fine since it was quiet all night, and drive home.
When I get there she is gone. Her suitcase and some of her things are missing as well. I was expecting something like this to happen. Still it feels lonely here now. I like having a
My worst nightmare is coming true right before my eyes. His dark blonde hair is now more of a light brown, but his evil golden eyes are the same; soulless, empty, without compassion. I feel his erratic breathing against my face. I turn my head so I don’t have to look into his eyes and see my impending demise. The last time he was this close to me I almost didn’t make it. I can’t think. I know I’m supposed to do something.
“Hello, my beautiful, Charlie.” He whispers in my ear rubbing his cheek against mine. “Oh, how I’ve missed you. Have you liked the flowers I sent? I tried to send them on different days to make it more intriguing.”
Watching my face fall and the hurt enter my eyes he laughs. Laughs as only a sociopath can laugh. “Did you think you had an admirer? Silly girl, you know no one but I will ever love you. You’re too broken for anyone else.” Again with the laughing. “I made sure of that.”
At that moment something in me came alive, unfrozen. I screamed in his face, “YOU WILL NEVER HAVE ME AGAIN!!” I reached up raking my nails down his face, grab his shoulders for balance and ram my knee into his crotch as hard as I can. Pushing away from the wall I turn and run towards the alley. His screaming was the fuel that kept me moving. I ducked behind a dumpster; all I could hear was his enraged breathing. His screams stopped, I couldn’t tell how far away he was. All I could do was sit still and listen to the echoing footfalls coming toward me.
**********
I woke up to the pounding at my door. I still felt the sweat clinging to my clothes, the disguising smell of the dumpster coating the back of my nose and throat. Laying there for a second longer trying to get my head back in the present, I look over at the clock, its 8 am, and time to get up and face the day.
“Alright, alright I’m coming.” Still in my clothes from the day before, I shuffle to the door, click the locks, and peer out trough the chain. “You have better have brought me coffee.” I sneer at the beautifully handsome face grinning at me. The look in his eye makes me melt into a puddle on the floor, despite wanting to be irritated.
“Good morning to you, too, princess.” He says knowing I hate the nick name.
“Say that again and I won’t let you in.”
“Oh, come on, I brought you a raspberry danish” he sings it. “And coffee, just the way you like it.”
“Alright,” closing the door, sliding the chain back, I open the door all the way to allow him to come in. “come on, get in here.”
“Did you sleep in your clothes, or are you crabby because you didn’t sleep?”
“I passed out on the couch last night. My eyes closed but I don’t know if I would call what happened, sleep.”
“Well, go get cleaned up, you smell.” He laughs and winks at me. “I’ll warm your danish while you’re showering.”
“My hero.” I mock, leaving the room to take care of my girly functions.
Before I turn to leave my little eat in kitchen, with warm walls and stainless steel appliances, I watch him make himself at home, like he belongs there. I wish, is my last thought as I leave the room.
CHAPTER 6
I woke up around 6am stiff and sore from sleeping in my truck. Steph is going to be pissed. I start the engine, confident everything here will be fine since it was quiet all night, and drive home.
When I get there she is gone. Her suitcase and some of her things are missing as well. I was expecting something like this to happen. Still it feels lonely here now. I like having a
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